I don’t think this pun is actually in play here – But I can’t help imagining the point as a sword, the point of a sword, just lying in wait somewhere for someone to reach down and grab it by accident for an unwitting hand to slice itself open on the blade.
I don’t know why my mind made this metaphor today. I suspect it has to do with a sharp thing revealing itself that I wasn’t expecting. I’d planned for a creative adventure and celebration on what is often a dark day but the darkness came and got me anyway, despite my best intentions, like a sharp sword, lying in a drawer.
The Hamlet Project 